My living room is just glorious in afternoon sunlight. In the morning it’s a bluish cave, but as soon as that sun comes to the backside of the house and pours in, it warms…
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A friend interviewed me today for her website, and asked me about my last three years (spent living in India). I told her about God’s personal promise to give me “a garden, in this…
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We arrived at my parents and will stay two nights before moving into our own place nearby. For 24 hours of travel from Delhi through Newark, Chicago, and then into Missouri, amid all the…
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The husband is hiding under a mound of covers managing to doze while the kids turn the hotel room into a disarray of rubble and toys. They’re having a blast and don’t seem at…
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Today made up for yesterday in the enjoyable, lucid moments with friends where it was just normal and we could be fully present. It was full. I’m exhausted, but since I’ve been exhausted nonstop…
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Sometimes we have choices, and sometimes we don’t. When we moved to a small Himalayan town with two rentals available (that’s right, we could only find TWO in the entire town), I really wrestled…
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We’re packing up for the movers to come. I hate packing. I hate moving even more. Every moment to stop and reflect feels like the last one I’ll ever have. Tonight I had a…
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Last night our family of 4 went to a little “pizza cafe” with a fabulous view. As we finished dinner we looked outside and noticed it had gone dark and frigid out, so we paid, bundled up…
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Last Thursday I was on the phone when I heard the porch door burst open and someone crying. …